[Verse: Logic]Baby you got me confused, with one of them other dudesUnder they breath mumblin', shout out to Spitta I'm crumblin'All these haters that want it homie I keep it a hundredNever fronted while you stunting acting like you hate it but really want itI swear to God when they talkin' shit it just make me smileCause you ain't no hater my brotha' just a fan in denialEvery time that you hate on me I get stronger when risenJudgin' these lyrics by my skin homie that's racismMy momma white my daddy black but ya'll don't even listenJudgin' by only what you see that's (eye-tistic?) divisionAnd (then the end?) creates an intellectual collisionBut if you listen to my words then you would see my visionBut that's enough on that subject homie I'll make you flauntOn the tour bus, four of us, the weed's goneBut I ain't smokin', I'm just writin' while homies tokin'Playin' this game until that shit is brokenFuckin' with honeys 'til they panties soakin'Feelin' victorious, hella glorious, my story is gonna be depicted byMe and my team that's that did it big like NotoriusHaters talkin' shit gon' get the (goriest?) of

(Yo, that shit is whack yo;Man what the- maaaaaan that shit was weak yo what the fuck was he talkin' about, errything he said made sense;Maaaaan, that's some bullshit;I mean- I mean you can't say much you know what I mean like yeah he spit you know what I'm sayin' likeHis lyrics is good and- you know, he kill it- with the flow but, man that shit sucked though yuh)